The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

Just a number not a name
And you don't see it
You don't believe it
At the end of the day
You're a needle in the hay...

Strange it is the way in which my brain operates and having once been a psychology major so many years gone by I know this to be true. It is a weird feeling that grips the core of my soul at this moment for it is almost a sadness for things that have been lost and will never return. Yes indeed, I have the heart and soul of a geek and this month I have finally entered the Twenty-first Century leaving behind the only world I have known for the last thirteen years for in the span of two weeks I went from dial-up to broadband and from two computers working as individual workstations to a home network...

Yes, I know that you are thinking that I am the weirdest of the weird because there is a sadness over the days when I had to download overnight so I could work during the day or the fact that I could play FreeCell or MineSweeper while pages loaded or the fact that it was far easier to move files between computers by burning a CD and walking it up or down the stairs. Yes, maybe I am a wee bit on the eccentric side, but that is how I am. And maybe I am a bit nostalgic for the routine I once had, but maybe I am somewhat old school when it comes to the way I do things, but this is how it is...

And how I long for the days when there will be no snow lying upon the ground outside my window. To see the world green again and in full bloom, it seems like an eternity since it was safe to walk outside wearing a T-shirt though I know that if I would just wait a bit longer, the world would change. But the wait can be exceedingly difficult at times maybe I could play a few hands of FreeCell or a couple of games of MineSweeper to pass the time, but alas, there is no joy to be found in the simple things from the past in this brave new world in which I now find my self thrust into, and I cannot stop time that just keeps on marching on, I cannot hold back the hands of the clock to keep them from clicking off another second...

And how I wish that the Coen Brothers would ask me to be in one of their films, but they have known this for quite sometime and yet they have never asked to be in one. They do not even have to ask me politely. So I shall just sit and wonder when they will ask and go about my daily routine as if nothing had ever been said and I shall await the change of the seasons and watch the world I know be reborn and think about the impossibilities in my life...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...